Son of Perdition

I am Iscariot, that led the Roman's chariot, I am the Benedict, who turned for my own benefit, I am Caesar, who thrice denied my crown, I am the darkness, in which nothing can be found.

Thirty silver pieces for your soul, A small price to pay once at the crossroads, Bend a knee and loose your bonds free, Heaven knows, I can use the company.

I denied Peter his obscurity, I kissed Judas into history, Defy your weak attempt at submission, Join me as a Son of Perdition.

It was I, who made Cain able, I too sat at the King's table, I offer the fruit, and still you take it, I'll show you the choice, but its you who makes it.

I doubt Thomas could truly believe, It's me who opens eyes and allows men to see, Who are you to break your fathers tradition, Join me as a Son of Perdition.